Makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow.

The other night, after a few gin and tonics, I met someone I totally wanted to make out with. And given my behavior during the past year, especially where alcohol is involved, it’s hard to believe that, when faced with such an opportunity, I might hesitate.

But that’s exactly what I did.

The moment my mind began to wander towards the possibility of our lips and tongues coming together in a hot and sloppy embrace, it switched almost immediately to thoughts of someone else with whom I’ve been frequently engaged as of late. And suddenly, I had absolutely no desire to make out with anyone else.

Scary.

Terrifying, really. Excuse me while I go take a valium and breathe into a paper bag.